Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.